There are days when I know I should love me more Days where I feel sick of me My anxiety unleashing my insecurities There are days when I wish I loved me as unconditionally as I do others Days where I don’t meet a single condition My gut rotting with feelings of inadequacies There are … Continue reading Love Me More
Tag: Self
Wants
I want to love all of you Not just your smile but the reasons behind it too I want to love your mind, body and soul I want the good, the bad and the best of you I want all of you Not just the present but the future too I want to know your … Continue reading Wants
Lines
I love it when your cheek is pressed against mine My heart beats as if it’s its own drum line And I have to remember to breathe Like my lungs are caught in the Gulf Stream Your energy running along my coastline Warming my waters, deepening my seas And You pull back as I inhale … Continue reading Lines
Reverence
He came to me like a poemSudden and freshThoughts of him rest at the tip of my tongue My words willing to dive into his chest at the risk of never being returnedHis melanin coloring my pagesHis roots deep and protectedMy verses must carry some weightSweet enough to be swallowed wholeAndReal enough to be remembered … Continue reading Reverence
Still Growing
Sometimes I start two or three new pieces before one comes to completion You’re still the muse This is just the latest edition I used to want to write someone like you into my story But I couldn’t have imagined a ‘you’ all on my own My version of you would’ve been boring Like Rocky … Continue reading Still Growing
Garden
Lately, when I think of you, Poems start to swirl in my head Like flowers blowing in the wind Some are “cheery and happy” and I want us to frolic in a field of sunflowers as the sun begins to dim Some are sexy and sensual and I want to lay you down in a … Continue reading Garden
The Lonely Hour
I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
Self Reflection
Words escape your mouth and hide underneath my skin; their jagged edges coloring my sweat the most beautiful red. I lie in bed, avoiding both our truths. You’re an abuser and I seek to understand your hurt too. Love can heal but that’s something we both must choose. Just saying “I love you” is enough … Continue reading Self Reflection
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